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The Forsaken Sovereign

"The veil of sanity is a lie we tell ourselves when we gaze at the night sky, hoping, in a stifled corner of our mind, that the stars aren't gazing back." — A nameless, insignificant, yet ambitious young man once attempted to rescue his family from poverty. But as he found hope, he also stumbled upon despair. After losing everything to the darkness of death, including himself, he woke up in another world, stuck in the body of an eleven-year-old boy with a peculiar appearance. He soon discovered that he was a Celestial Offering—a holy sacrifice, carefully groomed by the Temple of Stars to be given to the Gods Beyond. His fate had already been sealed, for his blood would spill under the seven-pointed star and consecrate the birth of a new era for his nation. Armed with nothing but his wit and the trail of good fortune, he would attempt to challenge this destiny, braving the countless hurdles that lay in waiting and the unfathomable horrors they harbored. In a realm of magecraft, occult rituals, madness, and prowling Eidolons, he could only count on himself to survive, as the threat of insanity loomed over everyone equally, and nothing could slow its ineluctable embrace. — Discord: Naphulae#1813

Naphulae · Fantasy
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189 Chs

Interlude

Meilyr returned to the surface after a fruitful negotiation with the Cypras Grex. In truth, he found Ergalisus jarringly easy to impress.

Back in his old life, local crime magnates had been the subjects of his nightmares, and he had often cried himself in stress at the thought of earning their ire. Yet, no matter how much he pondered it, his actions in the tent felt as natural as breathing.

The corruptive touch of the Vile Ichor twisted minds and souls alike, but he had difficulty fathoming how much his personality was changing. Even beyond that, those frequent ebbings and flows of strange emotions were detached from any memories he had, including those of the real Laemno.

Whose feelings am I experiencing, exactly?